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We should not mind so small a flower,
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We spy the Forests and the Hills,
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We thirst at first, — ’t is Nature’s act;
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What if I say I shall not wait?
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What inn is this
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What mystery pervades a well!
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What soft, cherubic creatures
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When Etna basks and purrs,
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When I hoped I feared,
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When I was small, a woman died
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When night is almost done,
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When roses cease to bloom, dear,
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Where every bird is bold to go,
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Where ships of purple gently toss
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Whether my bark went down to sea,
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While I was fearing it, it came,
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Who has not found the heaven below
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Who is it seeks my pillow nights?
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Who never lost, are unprepared
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Who never wanted, — maddest joy
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Who robbed the woods,
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“ Whose are the little beds,” I asked,
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Who were “ the Father and the Son ” —
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Wild nights!
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Wild nights!
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Will there really be a morning?
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Witchcraft has not a pedigree,
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Within my reach!
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You cannot put a fire out;
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You left me, sweet, two legacies, —
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Your riches taught me poverty
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You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?
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